We had pumpkin carvings the other day and we all got to use knives! It was good to have some freedom and express myself in the form of carving a jack o lantern. But I’m not sure how that got approved by the hospital.
In my psych ward, I couldn’t even use a pencil to write my poems. I had to hope that some doctor or nurse was kind enough to give me one. whenever I got a pen, I held onto it for dear life. a good pen lasted a very long time, even until my day of discharge